Scars

She looked quietly in the mirror. Her scars horrified her. She hated the way they proudly showed themselves off.

Look at me! I hurt her when she was told she was fat.

No! Look at me! I scarred her when people laughed at her.

Nah! It’s me! I’m the most damaging! No one will ever love her like this. Ever.

Tears flowed freely down her face.

She hated what she saw. She hated how the scars changed her. She hated herself.

Stop.

She finally saw Him. She tried to move away … trying to not look him in the face.

Stop, he said again. I love you as you are. I hate that this happened to you…but you are a masterpiece. I made you and I have never and will never stop loving you.

She felt a peace. A love that she never felt before. The tears flowed but this time they fell with the understanding that she was never alone.

Jesus, help me see what you see. Help me love. Help. Help me please.

I sought the LORD, and He heard me,

And delivered me from all my fears.

They looked to Him and were radiant,

And their faces were not ashamed.

This poor man cried out, and the LORD heard him,

And saved him out of all his troubles.

Psalms 34:4-6